Bungee Jumping

We've been pushing the boundaries with each other this past few weeks in all sorts of good/bad ways; there's something dizzyingly exciting about throwing all the walls down and laying yourself bare. Even with the years we've had together, my brain is still conjuring up new ways to be filthy, and the things that go beyond the safe, and make me think "is that too far?" are the most exciting.

I've found myself scouring my mind for those things lately, because I've been finding it so intoxicating to take those things that social taboos would tell you to repress deep inside and do just the opposite - balls out, look you in the eye and spill it all, no holds barred.

I know a lot of people would find a lot of what we do strange, imagine that one or both of us are silently resentful, but nothing could be further from the truth. The truth is that every fantasy shared brings us closer together, and *especially* the risqué ones.

So, to take one example, this week I confessed to Issy about wanting to fuck her cousin. And when I did, cheesy as it sounds, my heart was in my mouth. I could feel that surge of adrenaline rush up through my balls and my stomach when I realised what I was about to tell her, and taking the leap and hearing the words come out of my mouth was just... so. fucking. exciting. And when she looked up at me with a hint of shock in the corner of her eyes and smiled her dirty sexy smile - fucking hell - SUCH a rush.

There were several such moments that evening, culminating in a damn good fucking for both of us. But what I honestly love most about this is that this takes something that (despite being a very natural urge), would so often be a source of shame, maybe even an unspoken barrier in a relationship, and turns it into something to fortify and bind us: a truly intimate and honest shared moment, between *us* and no one else.

Trist